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omni-han-tyumi · 5 years

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“Heat death Bake rot Torrid Char crop Heat death Hard yolk See flames Smell smoke”

The greenhouse effect has been heating earth since the day we were born. The suns radiation is trapped within our smoggy atmosphere and raises the temperature well beyond what it would be if there was a way for it to escape. If the burning of fossil fuels is to continue and no GREEN DEALS are agreed to it is possible the world described in this song could be a reality very soon.

“My house is green You know what I mean My house was blue It cooked right through”

Here the lyrics depict a world totally burnt up from the inside. One where few to none people still remain to remember what life was like before the change. National parks, vacationing destinations, wonders of the world are all gone and all that is left are brown grass and hot polluted water.

“Come meet me inside Greenhouse, we will fry”

Again, driving home the feeling of despair the lyrics continue to paint a picture where nothing is sacred. The outside world is un-inhabitable and the only thing left to do is burn up and die.

“Heat death, hormones Good broth, cook bones”

The words “good broth, cook bones” stand out particularly in these lyrics because they seem a little out of place, unless you know how to make broth. Typically, broth or more specifically bone broth is made by roasting bones over a fire or in an oven and then placing them in water on a rolling simmer. Here it is literally describing boiling seawater being seasoned or flavored by the bones of humans that have been cooked by Greenhouse Heat Death.

“My house is fried All life has died My house was blue Beautiful too”

Still the few that remain lament the loss of their green home. Constantly thinking about what life used to be like.

“Heat death Bake rot Torrid Char crop Heat death Hard yolk See flames Smell smoke”

These words are repeated here from the beginning of the song and all have importance to the message. These are sung like the band is chanting commands. Bake. Rot. Being the beginning of the greenhouse effect taking place. Similarly, the word torrid which follows this line up means a dry and constant heat. That heat is described to char crops in the next line.

Hard yolk is an often misheard lyric and an interesting metaphor. It likens the inside of earths atmosphere, where we live, to the inside of a hard boiled egg. Meaning it has sustained high temperatures that has cooked it.

our house was green, and most of what we like is on the surface, let’s keep it there.

#kgatlw #greenhouse #heat #death #hantyumi #green #ITRN #polygondawanaland

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kramer · 5 years

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polygondawanaland and/or murder of the universe!

Gonna do polygondwanaland

3 favorites: crumbling castle, loyalty, the fourth color

overall opinion: Finally some crisp and clear production (this is passive aggressive) I’ve described this album before as Jethro Tull doing an impression of Tool and I’d say that’s pretty accurate and I love it. The synchronization required on this thing is just insane to me it’s very intricate the more I listen to it. And the random harmonica coming in and out! Always my favorite thing. I love the overall feeling of this album it’s dark and mysterious. Its grandiose and massive. It tempts you into following this weird path and it pays off in the end.

#motu is just kind of ...ok

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